The Pastoral Ideal

This was one of my first NFT projects. I believe it is for sale on Coinsmart, if it is the universe past the left hand turn for the last 100 mile stretch to go for a Wendy’s Burger (shameless plug) but aren’t they delicious…

When I woke up on this earth at 3:30 PM 1582 AD, I realized that I was truly partaking in an experience to which there is and has been no other in our history to compare. Not to sound my own horn but; I am still alive, and still kicking ass, here on the bleeding edge of reality, in my small living room; at midnight or so…the fire is out, the pile of ashes look like an imitation cartoon, from the early 1980’s, where they played them from the 1960’s, and the beginning of the brainwashing campaign began. And now, as I sit upon a woven rug, steeped in magic and ritual for all of its ancient years, I call upon all the powers of the land and the spirit; the moon, the stars, and the elements between them. Earth, air, water, to quench the fire this night…a night where it is for reminiscing about the time your legs fell off and you near shit yourself, when that dinosaur walked across the street behind your home in April and you finally saw the note, of the note, from the 1954 geological survey that names your location, and because being at the pinhole to the foci…well, if any of these actually get out of here, and into the real world of understanding things like normal human beings. Not that it is all that bad here, halfway between the living and the dead…I get to swear a lot, and you absolutely would be freaking in awe of some of the creatures who have come to call at my little inn on the paths of the dead, at the 192nd spell of the Book of the Dead…this was where you came to be thrown off the edge and into the cosmos as a sacrifice to the sun gods…only this time they thre me back out, told me I was wasn’t worth much as a sacrifice and they had a property complaint to make about my surly attitude and unconscionable behavior towards the internet of things, for your virtual imprisonment and lifelong member of the animal experimentation wing of your local big paying client department that still gets paid by men in gestapo secret rigging, complete with pink garters and stilletoes…

The old…whatever it is that dumps the worlds data over top me every night like a bag of human being dumped out of the window, tossed towards any likely target. It’s a fling poo sort of morning today…must stoke up the fire…okay… so am back, the little whisks are everywhere, there is a head in my fireplace and Buddha is staring up at the ceiling with an inane grin on his face, as always at one with the chaos that flows through the…what did that note say…arrrggghhh…I prefer the Blue Diamond Cooperative lease annuity corporations notes, from either 1924, or 2824, or 1784…but certain,y not from the poorly scribed 1934 that is on the currently oldest digitized document containing said information, and I bought it three years ago in anticipation of the state down below the 49th parallel being of sound enough mind and body, to pick up on what is going down up here, in the frozen north, in the middle of summer, where I figured using the Julian Calendar in place of the Gregorian calendar that was adopted in 1582 and back dated to the Roman Empire and ascribed to its history, data, and the veracity of whether exports not it is politically correct to discourse on religious dogma on my blog about religious dogma being completely missing the point,,and quite happily marching along in ignorance; save for those select few Uber leaders, who manage to impresse the apparatus enough that they open op ops a smidgeon and let the new guy know what it is they do for a living, then in a broken and sad sort of way, smile and grin…as the screens come on and there sits a little red and White House, up on the edge of a plateau, surrounded on all sides by peaks that line up directly with the smudge where the square used to be; that now sounds like there is a legal confrontation going down…with the directional veering of the story into the creation of a non disclosure document and provisions for payment for information on hand, being destroyed, in favour of large bundles of cash, cryptocurrency and gold, as well as negotiable bonds, Israeli ones cause they sound cool, and the back rent is due…and while the amounts pertaining to the exchange will require heavy investment by the banks into the markets…it will only be to buy my stake, it is part of the reparations payments…and a pittance at the price it could be…and I also want my commissions for being the largest bank robber in history, and paying it off apparently…and i know who stole it…and who covered it up…and who can never be blamed for it, and who actually did it…as well as a few other secrets that were lying about, because when the only response for five years is to tell you to fuck off, call you crazy, and ignore you while you complain endlessly about malware in your system…it is not my fault…in fact, many of you will be receiving invoices from me, calculated to the value of the data you have all been helping yourself to…I always digress from the point of the fairy tale, to expound upon my desire for the powers that be; to open up the purse of largess, and return to me that which was nefariously placed in my liability but kept out of reach. The karmic judges know this to be true. You cannot hide and obfuscate the authorities here…there is no subterfuge, there is only the truth of the story on the wind, and the truth of the story on the wind…is that in order to keep the volatile nature of much of my rhetoric safely in the hands of speculative fiction and alternative earth science fiction…it would require a sizable investment on the behalf of the powers that be; in exchange for showing transparency, honesty, integrity and, above all, accountability to their action. It is not actions, it is action…ongoing advanced persistent threat by all parties…all covering up their culpability; by building a huge fund, out of a portions of what is owed, to form my personal private over spending account, because as the witness to the events here at the end of time, I fell that I am able to demand a modicum of comfort, upwards of that of a near homeless destitute and functionless man…it is decidedly untrue, and I feel I must remonstrate once again, with the decidedly sick feeling of betrayal I get whenever it is so callously mentioned that it has been your whole life, and that it has been singularly a cruel fate, that needs to turn itself right side up with a win, a huge win, 9ne that will shakes the foundations of the world down to their dressing stones. And then once we have that bit sorted out, and my online purchasing habit can continue unabated, and I can begin to receive cool gadgets to play with from wish…shameless plug…

I see that my plan for receipt capture has gone astray. I got my certificates, the ones on the environmental green foot print I made, that I a, going to totally exploit in order to get my life moving out of this rut of nightly terrors traipsing through, with days spent in stasis being asked question after question after question…it’s enough to make you go back to the top of this post and have a look at the picture more closely…you’ll see.

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